Dressed as a middle-aged mistress, I want to lie down every day

The father and daughter sat down to eat the snacks they had brought back from the palace, unable to guess what the Empress Dowager meant.

Mo Chenxi said, "Never mind. Just assume that the Queen Mother is really talking to me. Before I knew she was the Queen Mother, she also said that she liked chatting with me. Maybe she thought I was simple-minded and would just say whatever I wanted to say."

Mo Yuanji said, "Just be more careful."

"I definitely paid attention. I was always on edge when I entered the palace, afraid I'd say something wrong. Luckily, the Queen Mother didn't ask anything else, just how to cook. But if the Queen Mother asked me anything else, I wouldn't understand."

Mo Chenxi didn't think about this matter. The next thing he had to do was to prepare for his daughter's wedding.

In ancient times, many things were prepared in advance when marrying off a daughter, but given the situation of the He family before, no preparation was made.

Mo Chenxi's current financial situation allows him to buy a shop for his daughter, or even a small farm. But what should he do after buying it?

She said it was money from her daughter's family, but Old Madam Jiang had to keep it in mind, so she didn't prepare any of it. She just sorted out most of the jewelry she had received in the past six months, and then secretly gave her daughter 5,000 taels of silver as a dowry.

This was considered a very good dowry. Many wealthy families did not even give their daughters five thousand taels of silver as dowry.

It’s a pity that only one thousand taels can be written on the surface.

The He family was very surprised by this one thousand taels. Mrs. Jiang asked directly, "Where did you get so much silver?"

Mo Chenxi said: "The five hundred taels were awarded by His Highness the Grand Duke, and there were also rewards from the Empress Dowager for my several visits to the palace."

Mrs. Jiang said dissatisfiedly, "You can't give it all to Jingyi. Wen Yan and Wen Liang and the others work so hard growing flowers, but they can't even earn a hundred or two hundred taels a month, and you're so generous to give it to them."

Mo Chenxi said slowly, "I'm not giving it to anyone else. I'm giving it as a dowry to my daughter. I can't let her marry into a family where others look down on her, right? Others have their families prepare a full set of furniture, and the dowry bed is prepared years in advance. Jingyi has nothing, so giving her one thousand taels of silver isn't too much."

"How much can the Zhao family give as a betrothal gift? Those jewelry of yours were all awarded by the palace, and the ones given by the Wang and Nie families are already quite good. Let me say that a dowry of 500 taels will be enough. And there's also Shanluo Yinhua. Why don't you save some for them?"

Mo Chenxi said, "They are still young. In a few years, won't the income from the manor be enough to cover their wedding expenses?"

Old Mrs. Jiang used the flower-growing excuse as an excuse; she didn't expect the money from the flower-growing on the farm to be used for her grandchildren's weddings. Anyway, her daughter-in-law's family was wealthy, and she had met a distinguished man, so she could find a way to raise her own children.

"How much money can you make from growing flowers? With so many people in the family, how much is left after expenses?"

He Wenyan had been silent the whole time, but now he spoke up, "If I don't support my own children, how can I expect a wife? Why didn't mother send me to be a son-in-law of the Mo family?"

He spoke slowly, one word at a time, unlike before when he spoke with a stutter.

Madam Jiang said "you" and then sat there angrily without saying anything.

Mo Chenxi discovered that He Wenyan either didn't speak at all or, when he spoke, he would criticize his mother.

Now I realize that it’s too late.

She came back just to show them the dowry list. Her daughter would definitely move back to the old house when she got married, but she didn't plan to give the dowry from the old house.

The day before the wedding, the dowry was carried directly from her place to avoid missing a few pieces when returning to the old house.

Just as Mo Chenxi was about to suggest leaving, Madam Jiang spoke up, "When are you going to bring back the dowry? Jingyi has to leave the house from here when she gets married, right?"

Mo Chenxi said, "To save the trouble of carrying the dowry back and forth, I have already agreed with the Zhao family that they can just carry it from my place."

"What kind of nonsense is this? Wouldn't outsiders laugh at you if they saw this? How will Jingyi hold her head high in her husband's family when she gets married?"

Mo Chenxi continued calmly, "I believe the Zhao family won't make things difficult for Jingyi because of this. If Jingyi is wronged in her husband's family in the future, I will take her back. My daughter is only meant to marry, not to be a slave in her husband's family."

She saw that He Wenyan's face was dark.

"I have something else to do. Sister Wang asked me to come over."

Mo Chenxi stood up and left, and Mrs. Mo followed her out.

When they reached the door, Little Mo whispered, "Madam, the old lady urged me to serve the master."

He blushed as he spoke.

Mo Chenxi knew that this service was in bed.

"It's up to you. If you're willing, you don't have to worry about other people's feelings."

Little Mrs. Mo lowered her head and said, "The master doesn't like me and won't let me get close to him."

Mo Chenxi understood that she was willing in her heart, and this willingness was just because she wanted to have her own child.

Little Mrs. Mo came over and said this because she wanted to get her permission.

Mo Chenxi whispered, "Master can't drink alcohol, three cups at most. The old lady likes to drink alcohol, and she likes to drink it with fried peanuts the most."

Little Mo was worried. There was no wine at home, but she could drink. When she was little, her stepmother didn't make her cotton clothes in winter. She shivered with cold and secretly drank her father's wine. She also drank the wine used in the kitchen to make food. After drinking, she felt better.

She really wanted a child of her own, even a daughter.

Today, watching her wife preparing a dowry for the eldest daughter, she thought that if she had a daughter, she would give all the money she saved as a dowry to her daughter.

When Mrs. Mo returned, she saw the old lady and the master both sitting there with gloomy faces. She walked over and supported the master.

The master no longer pushed her away and would slowly talk to her, asking her to pick up things.

Every time she took advantage of the old lady's sleep, she would go to help the master plant flowers. She had planted fields but never planted flowers. The master would not talk to her, so she would take the initiative to ask questions, asking this and that. After asking so many questions, the master would only answer a few words.

The master is so pitiful. He used to be a high-ranking official, but now he has a limp and can only plant flowers in the house every day.

The flowers grown by the master are so beautiful. Now she can recognize several kinds of flowers. She even wrote them down for the master to see.

You can tell from the master's eyes that her handwriting is ugly.

It doesn't matter if she is ugly, she can write anyway.

The next day, the lady sent someone to deliver two jars of wine, saying that they were from the Wang family and were the most popular Lijiang wine in Beijing.

Little Mrs. Mo quickly went to the kitchen to fry a plate of peanuts, brought a jar of wine to the master, and then she drank with the old lady.

Mrs. Jiang took a sip of wine and choked, coughing. "What kind of wine is this? It's so spicy. Hey, pour me a glass of water quickly!"

Mrs. Mo poured a glass of water, and Mrs. Jiang drank it. She looked at the half-remaining glass of wine and said, "Drink it, don't waste it."

Little Mrs. Mo said, "This wine is very expensive. It's not good for me to drink it."

Mrs. Jiang said with a dark face, "Just drink if I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Little Mrs. Mo picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and took a deep sniff. It was so fragrant, much better than what she had at Mo's Manor.

Seeing her intoxicated expression, Mrs. Jiang asked curiously, "Don't you feel your throat is burning?"

Master Mo said, "I drank a little bit slowly, and my stomach felt warm and my whole body felt hot. It was very comfortable."

"Really? Pour me another glass."

Old Mrs. Jiang also took a small sip and swallowed it slowly.

Sure enough, just as Mrs. Mo said, my stomach felt warm.